“You deserve so much better than me.” Michael whispered softly to the cat currently chasing his finger around the display case. He had made a quick stop at the pet store to pick up fish food for Luke, and couldn’t stop his heart from swelling at the display where a small orange cat with a pitch black tail and paws lay un-adopted in his case.
“Excuse me, can I help you?” Michael jumped, and turned to see Y/N smiling politely at him, her hands held behind her back as she watched the pair.
“Um,” Michael blushed and looked at the cat with longing eyes before turning his gaze back to the beautiful woman next to him, “no. No, I don’t think so.” He said with small smile.
“That’s a shame,” Y/N said, her face falling, “I was hoping someone was finally going to adopt Sally.” His heart jumped in his chest and he turned back to the playful cat, looking up at him with big green eyes.
“Sally?” He asked, his voice breaking. Y/N nodded and ran her finger along the glass.
“I call her that. She’s been hear a while. She was the runt of her litter and not a very pretty kitten, so she’s stuck around.” Michael furrowed his brows and pouted at the cat.
“Why do you call her Sally?” Michael’s voice was soft as his finger joined Y/N’s on the glass.
“Well, it’s silly really,” Y/N’s cheeks turned pink and she cleared her throat softly, “she’s orange and black, so she reminds me of Halloween, and her paws and tail sorta look like they were sewn on. Like Sally’s in Nigh-”
“Nightmare Before Christmas.” Michael finished her sentence with a smile and she blushed, nodding. He sighed heavily.
“Well, ring me up. I’m taking Sally home.” Michael beamed at Y/N who turned bright red.
“Oh, this awkward. I don’t work here.” She said, shoving her hands in her pockets. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
“Well then help me find someone who does so we can check out, cause there’s no way I’m leaving this cat and there’s no way I’m not taking you to dinner.”
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